Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.